Her lips befell my face repeatedly, each kiss pulling at my mind and at my heart. The business magazine fell from my hands, bouncing off a thigh befor... falling to the faux-marble floor. Slowly, she stood erect once again, the teddy bear still pressed between her breasts. I wished I could have seen her eyes, to try to determine if her actions were genuine or if someone had put her up to this. After all, I am not cover model material. I never turn heads. I am just an average person. I blend into. A man's hands. Familiar hands. Not to me, obviously, but to her. I know this routine. Usually its the umpteenth asshole boyfriend, but no - these aren't some dumbass teenager's hands, not even those of some shithead college jock. This guy's way older, so that means the truth is far more sour still - he's a relative, I bet. Some fucker she's trusted, once. That's painful. The cacophony of emotions begins to make a little more sense to me. There's that quivering strand of confusion running. "What are you going to do with that stack of church pews." The woman of an older couple asked.I'm going to use a couple of them in the houses I think. I suppose I'll sell some of them, if anyone is interested," I explained.That was pretty much the end of the conversation. When I left the restaurant I was a little surprised that the couple who had asked about the church pews followed me outside. "Could we take a look at those pews," the man asked."If there are any left. We had no way to lock. How could this be? The demon cried out as the priest read holy verses in a language I did not know, but every word was clear to me.The soldiers began slaughtering the orgy, two of them had been overwhelmed by the women who seemed in a trance as they grabbed at their cocks. The priest continued and soon the group was dead, all but the man who stood over the shrine. I cursed as I felt all of my power being sapped away."The priest." I cried, "Kill the priest!" What Priest?" A woman's voice called,.